"It relates to nothing at all. Good-evening."
And La Fillon made toward the door.
"Come here," said Dubois, stepping toward his desk; and the two old friends, who understood each other so well, looked toward each other and laughed.
"Come, come," said La Fillon, "I see that all is not lost, and that there is yet some good in you. Come, open this little desk and show me what it contains, and I will open my mouth and show you what I have in my heart."
Dubois took out a rouleau of a hundred louis, and showed it to La Fillon.
"How much is it?" said she; "come, tell the truth; however, I shall count after you, to be sure."
"Two thousand four hundred francs; that is a pretty penny, it seems to me."
"Yes, for an abbe, but not for an archbishop."
"Do you not know to what an extent the finances are involved?"
"Well, what does that matter, you humbug, when Law is going to make millions for us?"